Upon viewing this photo I immediately realized that I really do need to start getting ready first thing after I wake up. This morning was different I am tempted to rationalize because Mary and Joe where here and had to leave early... but it wasn't really different, cause I always work first and get ready later. Never again. I like the dependability of people who are always ready for the day early. I had no idea I looked this bad each morning. But regardless, of how I looked-- they looked great and I was so happy to see them. After we took this picture I took a minute to enjoy the beautiful fall morning out side.My mind was filled with memories from my childhood. I thought of walking down our tree lined streets in Oacoma to the park. I loved turning onto the road with a big hump that ran perpendicular to the park catching that first glimpse of the white painted plywood playhouse that came in to view as we got closer. The sun would warm me faithfully as I came out from underneath the canopy of the shade trees and into the open shadowless space. I'd look to the right and see the old white town hall building that made me think of taco salad--because I had taco salad there once at an evening Head Start meeting. Then, I'd see the dandelions...as the warm sun followed me and my thankful little elementary school heart. Cool morning air was there and the every time time touchingly beautiful scenery was present like I needed it to be.
I loved the dependability of my solitary "walk to the park rituals". The memories are so vivid for me. What a gift our memories are. I wish that I could go back and make that walk again... pausing at the dandelion field in front of the old white town hall building. I don't even know if the walk would be the same. I haven't been back in a long time--maybe it has changed. Whatever the case, I miss you little teeny tiny Oacoma--town on the Missouri river.
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Mary and Joe! I miss all of you. And you look good even when you haven't gotten ready.
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